affectionate - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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LUCIUS
More often than not I found myself thinking about Fallon. A month ago I would've denied it. Denied the way my heart sped up at the sound of her sugary voice. Denied my very physical reactions when we were close in proximity to each other. Denied how the smell of her blood, so saccharine and rich, tempted my fangs and forced them to make an appearance despite all my best efforts to keep them hidden away. My desires weren't just physical either, I needed her emotionally just as much as I needed her physically. I could blame it on the bond all I wanted but the way my heart thumped in my chest when she was near had nothing to do with our souls being tied together by literal blood and sinew.
The last time I saw Fallon was the night of Christmas Eve. In typical Fallon fashion she found herself in trouble and against my better judgment I rushed out to save her. Though I could feel it and covey it as my own, the pain she felt when others touched her was nothing more than a dull ache in my bones that was easy to ignore. My feelings for her, however, were not. It was those exact feelings that prompted me to act, promoted me to kill for her. It was infuriating. She was infuriating. I could smell her, feel her, practically taste her even when she was miles away. It drove me insane, she drove me insane. Yet I yearned for touch, begged for her entire being. But I knew I couldn't have it. Fallon would never admit it, but she wouldn't disobey her parents even if a gun was being pointed at her and her life depended on it.
It was January now; well past the excitement of New Year's and the last bits of snow were clearing up to make way for an early spring. Classes for Fallon already started. I couldn't shake the dejection I felt at the thought of her being on this side of town yet blatantly ignoring the trail and not stopping to see me. Deep down I knew she wasn't obligated to do that and I felt pathetic for missing her so badly.
I'd grown accustomed to a lot of things while staying in Melrose. The small population that made it hard to feed and even harder to stay away from nosy neighbors, the smell of fresh baked bread from the bakery in the mornings, and the seemingly endless woods, full of life and perfect bramble that made it easy to stay hidden. But most of all, I'd grown accustomed to Fallon. So I knew that she was standing outside of my door and I thought it was impressive how she had only been here twice and already memorized the way here. I was resting on the couch but in three seconds flat I was standing in front of the woman who had been occupying my head for weeks on end.
She looked gorgeous. Her hair was different, it was still braided but tendrils of curls framed her face perfectly and the ends of her braids were curled as well. I wanted to wrap them around my fingers, just as I was wrapped around hers. It was down too, stopped right at her waist. Fleetingly, an image of her lying down with her hair spread out beneath her flashed in my mind and I bit my tongue to keep myself at bay. She was wearing a pink long sleeve shirt with jeans and her infamous uggs. Her lips were parted, almost in awe; the urge to kiss them was strong. The only reason I refrained was because I knew once I started I wouldn't be able to stop.
"You aren't very subtle you know?" I pursed my lips at her mocking words and moved closer to her.
"What are you doing here, Fallon?" I asked, knowing I didn't care why and was just glad to see her after so long. She shrugged in response and I narrowed my eyes.
"I wanted my puffer jacket back," My feet moved unknowingly and somehow we ended up chest to chest; her chest brushed against mine and our breaths tangled in the small sliver of space I left between us. This close, I could hear her heart beating a mile a minute. She was lying.
"Hm," I hummed while trailing my hand up her neck. My thumb glued itself to the line where hair and skin met on her face and the rest of my hand found itself cradling the back of her head. Her breath hitched and she looked up at me. "And the real reason?"
"I missed you." She breathed without missing a beat. She was so honest when I had her like this, granted it was only once before but god I loved it. She was so pliant and soft, her body was clay and I was its sculptor. I'd mold her to my liking and she'd let me.
I leaned down, my nose grazed her cheek and my lips her jaw.
"Lucius," She said half in warning and half in want. I ignored it and nipped at her skin and tightened my grip on her face to keep her from moving. She tasted wonderful and I wanted more. I kissed the same place I bit her over and over until I was satisfied and moved on to a new spot. I pressed multiple kisses into her cheek. I placed a few chaste ones behind her ear which had her gripping onto my arms for support and panting. "I missed you, too." I whispered into her skin.
When I was done I let go of her and watched as her body sunk into itself a bit and she staggered backwards a few feet. I watched her silently, pride swelling in my chest knowing I made her like that. All discombobulated and hot and bothered. She faked a cough before speaking again and I grinned in amusement.
"So I'm guessing that means you want to...mark me? And complete the bond?" It did mean that but I wasn't ready to tell her. I only just came to terms with it myself and moving fast with her seemed like a bad idea. Her parents were still very much an issue; an issue I had nothing to do with unless push came to shove.
"Possibly but, I won't do anything without your consent. The marking progress is rather...intimate. Additionally, I can feel that you're still having problems with your parents. I'm not too keen on risking my life for blood whether it's yours or not." Werewolves were on the same level as vampires when it came to strength. I was old enough to have plenty of strength in order to hold my own but fighting a fully grown werewolf was no easy feat.
Fallon had a questioning look on her face and I rolled my eyes before calling her out on it.
"Ask it." She cursed under her breath, her big brown eyes found mine and battled them for a moment before giving up and focusing their attention elsewhere.
"You said the marking process is intimate and that you wouldn't do it without my consent. What does that mean?" If I wasn't so smitten for Fallon her father would be dead by now. Did he really think that just because Fallon was a human she didn't need to know anything about soulmates? Even more, he knew she was bonded to a vampire and still decided to leave out important chunks of information, leaving his daughter clueless in a world where knowledge or the lack of; could easily cost Fallon her life. I guess it made sense though, he had no intentions of Fallon and I ever meeting and in the event that we did he was expecting Fallon to reject me immediately.
"You know what it means."
"Oh." I studied her for a moment then turned on my heel and made my way towards my house.
"You need to be home anytime soon?" I wanted her to stay for a while but I couldn't force her and if she needed to leave I'd let her. She fidgeted with her pointer finger and tugged on her long sleeve.
"I'm sorry. After the incident on Christmas Eve my parents were hysterical. My mother was in tears and worried sick. She apologized for sending me out so late. My father on the other hand, he was convinced you had something to do with it and I had to tell him multiple times that we haven't seen each other in almost two months." Annoyance dripped off of her voice, inwardly I felt a flicker of sadness, sadness that was not mine.
"But regardless of what I said, I'm back to being told to coming straight home after school like I'm fucking twelve or something. My father drives me to and from work now. He doesn't believe that we haven't been in contact. I'm only here today because I couldn't stand it anymore, not seeing you that is." I sighed and opened the door.
"You don't have to apologize to me Fallon. Your dad is a bitch and I mean that in the most disrespectful way possible." Her eyebrows drew together and a frown parked itself on her full lips but I didn't care. She knew how I felt about him so I waved her off and tilted my head towards the inside of the house.
"Are you going to stand there and pout or come inside for a shower?" She rolled her eyes before stomping past me through the door and down the hall to the bathroom.
More often than not I found myself thinking about Fallon. A month ago I would've denied it. Denied the way my heart sped up at the sound of her sugary voice. Denied my very physical reactions when we were close in proximity to each other. Denied how the smell of her blood, so saccharine and rich, tempted my fangs and forced them to make an appearance despite all my best efforts to keep them hidden away. My desires weren't just physical either, I needed her emotionally just as much as I needed her physically. I could blame it on the bond all I wanted but the way my heart thumped in my chest when she was near had nothing to do with our souls being tied together by literal blood and sinew.
The last time I saw Fallon was the night of Christmas Eve. In typical Fallon fashion she found herself in trouble and against my better judgment I rushed out to save her. Though I could feel it and covey it as my own, the pain she felt when others touched her was nothing more than a dull ache in my bones that was easy to ignore. My feelings for her, however, were not. It was those exact feelings that prompted me to act, promoted me to kill for her. It was infuriating. She was infuriating. I could smell her, feel her, practically taste her even when she was miles away. It drove me insane, she drove me insane. Yet I yearned for touch, begged for her entire being. But I knew I couldn't have it. Fallon would never admit it, but she wouldn't disobey her parents even if a gun was being pointed at her and her life depended on it.
It was January now; well past the excitement of New Year's and the last bits of snow were clearing up to make way for an early spring. Classes for Fallon already started. I couldn't shake the dejection I felt at the thought of her being on this side of town yet blatantly ignoring the trail and not stopping to see me. Deep down I knew she wasn't obligated to do that and I felt pathetic for missing her so badly.
I'd grown accustomed to a lot of things while staying in Melrose. The small population that made it hard to feed and even harder to stay away from nosy neighbors, the smell of fresh baked bread from the bakery in the mornings, and the seemingly endless woods, full of life and perfect bramble that made it easy to stay hidden. But most of all, I'd grown accustomed to Fallon. So I knew that she was standing outside of my door and I thought it was impressive how she had only been here twice and already memorized the way here. I was resting on the couch but in three seconds flat I was standing in front of the woman who had been occupying my head for weeks on end.
She looked gorgeous. Her hair was different, it was still braided but tendrils of curls framed her face perfectly and the ends of her braids were curled as well. I wanted to wrap them around my fingers, just as I was wrapped around hers. It was down too, stopped right at her waist. Fleetingly, an image of her lying down with her hair spread out beneath her flashed in my mind and I bit my tongue to keep myself at bay. She was wearing a pink long sleeve shirt with jeans and her infamous uggs. Her lips were parted, almost in awe; the urge to kiss them was strong. The only reason I refrained was because I knew once I started I wouldn't be able to stop.
"You aren't very subtle you know?" I pursed my lips at her mocking words and moved closer to her.
"What are you doing here, Fallon?" I asked, knowing I didn't care why and was just glad to see her after so long. She shrugged in response and I narrowed my eyes.
"I wanted my puffer jacket back," My feet moved unknowingly and somehow we ended up chest to chest; her chest brushed against mine and our breaths tangled in the small sliver of space I left between us. This close, I could hear her heart beating a mile a minute. She was lying.
"Hm," I hummed while trailing my hand up her neck. My thumb glued itself to the line where hair and skin met on her face and the rest of my hand found itself cradling the back of her head. Her breath hitched and she looked up at me. "And the real reason?"
"I missed you." She breathed without missing a beat. She was so honest when I had her like this, granted it was only once before but god I loved it. She was so pliant and soft, her body was clay and I was its sculptor. I'd mold her to my liking and she'd let me.
I leaned down, my nose grazed her cheek and my lips her jaw.
"Lucius," She said half in warning and half in want. I ignored it and nipped at her skin and tightened my grip on her face to keep her from moving. She tasted wonderful and I wanted more. I kissed the same place I bit her over and over until I was satisfied and moved on to a new spot. I pressed multiple kisses into her cheek. I placed a few chaste ones behind her ear which had her gripping onto my arms for support and panting. "I missed you, too." I whispered into her skin.
When I was done I let go of her and watched as her body sunk into itself a bit and she staggered backwards a few feet. I watched her silently, pride swelling in my chest knowing I made her like that. All discombobulated and hot and bothered. She faked a cough before speaking again and I grinned in amusement.
"So I'm guessing that means you want to...mark me? And complete the bond?" It did mean that but I wasn't ready to tell her. I only just came to terms with it myself and moving fast with her seemed like a bad idea. Her parents were still very much an issue; an issue I had nothing to do with unless push came to shove.
"Possibly but, I won't do anything without your consent. The marking progress is rather...intimate. Additionally, I can feel that you're still having problems with your parents. I'm not too keen on risking my life for blood whether it's yours or not." Werewolves were on the same level as vampires when it came to strength. I was old enough to have plenty of strength in order to hold my own but fighting a fully grown werewolf was no easy feat.
Fallon had a questioning look on her face and I rolled my eyes before calling her out on it.
"Ask it." She cursed under her breath, her big brown eyes found mine and battled them for a moment before giving up and focusing their attention elsewhere.
"You said the marking process is intimate and that you wouldn't do it without my consent. What does that mean?" If I wasn't so smitten for Fallon her father would be dead by now. Did he really think that just because Fallon was a human she didn't need to know anything about soulmates? Even more, he knew she was bonded to a vampire and still decided to leave out important chunks of information, leaving his daughter clueless in a world where knowledge or the lack of; could easily cost Fallon her life. I guess it made sense though, he had no intentions of Fallon and I ever meeting and in the event that we did he was expecting Fallon to reject me immediately.
"You know what it means."
"Oh." I studied her for a moment then turned on my heel and made my way towards my house.
"You need to be home anytime soon?" I wanted her to stay for a while but I couldn't force her and if she needed to leave I'd let her. She fidgeted with her pointer finger and tugged on her long sleeve.
"I'm sorry. After the incident on Christmas Eve my parents were hysterical. My mother was in tears and worried sick. She apologized for sending me out so late. My father on the other hand, he was convinced you had something to do with it and I had to tell him multiple times that we haven't seen each other in almost two months." Annoyance dripped off of her voice, inwardly I felt a flicker of sadness, sadness that was not mine.
"But regardless of what I said, I'm back to being told to coming straight home after school like I'm fucking twelve or something. My father drives me to and from work now. He doesn't believe that we haven't been in contact. I'm only here today because I couldn't stand it anymore, not seeing you that is." I sighed and opened the door.
"You don't have to apologize to me Fallon. Your dad is a bitch and I mean that in the most disrespectful way possible." Her eyebrows drew together and a frown parked itself on her full lips but I didn't care. She knew how I felt about him so I waved her off and tilted my head towards the inside of the house.
"Are you going to stand there and pout or come inside for a shower?" She rolled her eyes before stomping past me through the door and down the hall to the bathroom.
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